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Tate that
made her want to step into the electrical charge that seemed to continually
surround him. She was drawn to him like a magnet and if she didn’t figure out
how to resist his pull, the entire point of this interview was going to be
defeated the moment he got her naked.
    Which
wasn’t going to be long if he kept plying her with alcohol and touching like
that. She absently
sipped her drink and by the time he came back in low-slung sweat pants and a
fitted T-shirt, she’d nearly done as commanded and finished the entire glass.
He brought the bottle over and topped off both their glasses, then set the
bottle on the table and dragged an ottoman over. Perching on it, he draped his
knees on either side of hers, and rested his fingers within inches of her skin.
    His piercing blue
gaze teased her. “First question.”
    Sin licked her
lips and glanced at her notepad—not to remind herself of the question, but to
buy a second of composure. “Tell me about a time when you wanted to quit.”
    “Never
had one. Take off
your bra.”
    A loud bark of
laughter jumped out of Sin. “That’s not how you play.”
    He lifted an
eyebrow. “Oh? I thought we were making up the rules as we go along.”
    She shook her
head in mirth. “No.”
    His hands
widened, fingers expanding before they slide up each side of Sin’s thighs. They
were dark and tanned in contrast to her white pillowy flesh. Wetness pooled as her insides clenched at the thought of those fingers
being inside her. And now he was asking her to start stripping. He could not
get any sexier than this moment. With a wicked smile, Sin lifted a foot and
nestled a six-inch heel against his semi-hard cock. “We’ll start with one
shoe.” She lowered her lashes. “I have a lot of questions.”
    Without a
complaint, he cradled her shoe and lifted it higher onto his chest until the
spike indented the flesh above his nipple. There was no way to keep from giving
him a shot of her wet panties, so she let her thighs part. His nostrils flared,
and he kissed her anklebone, then slid the shoe off
her foot.
    For a moment, Sin
felt more like Cinderella than the girl with the devilish name. But then he
raked his rough beard against her sole and laughed and she was glad to be a
woman who’d been around the block instead of the sheltered princess who
wouldn’t have known a prince from a thief.
    His gaze drifted
back to her shadowed pussy, and his tongue darted out to press against the
center indention of his upper lip. A rush of sparklers raced up Sin’s back and
she was wet for him again.
    He grinned and
lowered her foot slowly, nestling it back between his thighs until she could
feel the weight and warmth of his testicles against her toes.
    Sin inhaled and
tried to focus on why she was here but her quavering insides were making it
crazy hard.
    She swallowed and
met his cheeky grin. “Is this everything you thought it would be?”
    He paused for
only a second, but it was long enough for Sin to see the cloud pass over his
bright smile. “And then some.”
    She tipped her
head to the side and studied him. “I think there’s more to that story.”
    “Nope. Give me your other foot.”
    She did and he
repeated the sensual divesting of her shoe, but he tossed this one over his
shoulder with a flair of showmanship.
    Sin wanted to
toss her notebook over her shoulder and push him down onto the floor and lick
him like a lollipop. The more he played with her, the hotter and wetter she
got. He was supposed to be a hot—but jerkwad —typical
rocker. Not this fun to be around, jokey guy. He was tugging at more than her
pussy strings, and she was getting to know him on a level that made her both
respect and need him to tell her more. One interview wasn’t going to be enough,
just like she knew one time with that giant piece of equipment would only make
her want more.
    “Think up a good
question, because for this one I’m getting that tight, sweet skirt of yours.”
    Sin’s belly
clenched